Page 44 of Rider Daddies (Venom Vultures MC #6)

DIESEL

“Maybe she ghosted us,” Cash says.

“What the fuck is ghosting?”

“That’s what the kids of today are calling it, when they cut ties with a person and give no explanation.”

Cash is probably the most up-with-the-times out of all of us. As a new prospect, that makes sense. When you’ve been in the club as long as I have, you lose touch with what’s going on in the real world.

And it turns out I’ve been missing out.

I don’t even know the librarian’s name. All I know is that my body doesn’t want her.

It needs her.

I abandon the flatware, folding the pancake in half like an omelet to shove in my mouth. As sergeant at arms, mealtimes are the most important parts of the day, but I have no appetite this morning.

“She sounded gone,” Bishop says, taking a swig of coffee. “Couldn’t even text right.” He brings a napkin to his lips. “She wanted us, though. I could tell from the look in her eye.”

“She looks young,” I add. “What if she’s underage? That won’t bode well for us.”

“Underage women don’t have tits like that,” Bishop says.

“That’s true,” says Cash. “But she does have quite the innocent face.”

“She’s no older than twenty, that’s for sure.” I fork a potato into my mouth.

You see a naked woman and get hard because that’s what your body is meant to do, but there’s something different about that librarian from yesterday. I can’t pinpoint it. She just looked so fresh-faced. So beautiful. She wasn’t even trying to be sexy, but gave off that impression anyway.

She was wearing a simple white tee. And her breasts looked phenomenal, even in that.

And then she sent a naked picture of herself.

I went to bed last night stroking my cock. Twice. Once didn’t sate me enough.

“Let’s see the photo again.” I hold out my hand for Bishop to pass me his phone.

“What? Why? It’s on my phone.”

“Yeah, but we were all there yesterday.”

“I don’t know how I feel about sharing this woman with you, mate.”

I dead-eye him, and then shoot up from my chair, digging into his jean pocket.

“Steady on.”

“Not my fault you have terrible reaction times.”

That’s why I’m sergeant at arms and he’s road captain.

I swipe, unlocking the phone to see the image already there.

Sneaky. Looks like Bishop has been having another look this morning too.

Cash shuffles over and looks with me.

I’m so hungry for her pussy. Fuck, it looks delicious, her folds like rose petals that probably smell just as fragrant.

And then there’s her breasts. They sit so perfectly, so round and firm. Her nipples are the same color as her pussy, pebbled hard. Either she played with them, or they just naturally hardened from arousal.

Cash inspects closer. “Do you think she got a breast enhancement?”

“No.” I pinch the screen and zoom in. “I don’t think so.”

I’ve been with quite a few women in my time, enough to know that her breasts are all natural. They look both soft and firm. I can only imagine how they feel to touch.

“Still nothing this morning?” I ask.

“Nope,” Bishop says. “Not a word from her.”

“I betcha she fell asleep,” says Cash.

“Maybe we pushed it too far last night.” I wince. “She’s gonna wake up this morning with a pounding head, full of regret.”

“Probably,” Bishop says, stroking his mustache. “But she should know better than to sext bikers. I think she wants us. All booze, no bullshit. You know how it goes. The truth comes out when you’re drunk.”

Cash sits back in his chair.

I follow suit.

The last thing any of us need on our mind at the moment is girls.

Cash only started as a Venom Vultures prospect last week, so he can’t afford to let the opposite sex distract him. Bishop and I, on the other hand, have lots on our hands.

Especially since we’re under attack at the moment.

“Ah,” comes a voice from behind us.

Grizzly sticks his head in between ours, eyeing the phone over my shoulder.

Hastily, Bishop reaches over to switch it off.

“Women. What kind of introduction were you giving our newcomer last night, hm?” The Prez folds his arms over his chest, reaching full height. We call him Grizzly because he’s as tough as the animal. He could swallow us whole if he wanted.

“Don’t worry, Grizzly,” Bishop says. “It was nothing.”

“May I remind you, we have twenty new prospects for a reason—to increase our line of defense.” He takes a step back, surveying us from above.

It’s ironic that we happen to be seated for this, our leader the one standing.

“I didn’t invite half a dozen new prospects into the club for you to line them up with whores. ”

“Don’t worry, that’s not what’s going on here,” Cash says.

“I hope not,” Grizzly says. “The last thing I want my members to be doing, especially those that hold powerful positions”—he eyes Bishop and me—“is to be plaguing their minds with girls.” He narrows his eyes. “Women or war? Which one are we trying to win?”

“War, Prez,” mutters Bishop.

“Exactly. So, I suggest you all keep it in your pants and get your head in the game.” He takes one more cautious look at us and then moves on.

“Fucking hell.” Cash releases a breath. “He’s intense.”

And he’s right. The term “war” might be a little extreme. But he’s not lying.

Lately, a rival motorcycle club has been onto us.

They want us gone so they can claim our territory and make the desert their own.

So far in the past two weeks, we’ve endured four surprise attacks.

Thankfully, nobody has been shot dead—not yet, at least—but if this continues, it’s only a matter of time.

“How are you getting on with the manual?” I ask Cash.

He gives me a look. “How do you think?”

“You haven’t read any yet?”

“Of course he hasn’t,” says Bishop. “He was too busy sexting the sexy librarian last night with us. Look.” He swivels around to face Cash. “Fuck the manual. You know the basics of riding a motorcycle, right?”

Cash nods.

“And you used to shoot deer? So you know how to hold a gun?”

Another nod.

“Then you’re all set.”

I hope he is. Because we’re not dealing with a bunch of kids here.

We’re dealing with one of the most powerful motorcycle clubs in the states.

Reaper Sons earned their reputation back in the eighties. They were powerful, so much more than we were. At one point, the club reached something like six hundred members.

It was around a decade ago when things came crashing down for them, and it set them back so much that they went quiet. Their badges were no longer spotted, and they stopped causing mayhem out on the open roads, riding seven abreast against oncoming traffic.

I heard a while back that they went quiet because of a mass killing. Nobody knows the cause. Maybe another secret club had an agenda of their own and set out to kill them. Maybe a pack of coyotes attacked in the night. Nobody knows.

All we know is that they’re back.

And they want to claim the desert as their own.

Twenty new prospects is something, but it’s not a lot.

Most of them look like they don’t know what they’re doing, like the guy two tables over from us who hasn’t spoken a word to his fellow prospects.

A few of them have started integrating, but most of the prospects keep to themselves.

I don’t know why Grizzly let in this particular guy—maybe he’s good with a gun or something.

He has large biceps, so he must know how to put up a good fight.

I stare at him, accidentally catching his attention. But he simply looks away.

Cash seems like he has a trick or two up his sleeve, since he works as an IT consultant in the city.

I was allocated the job of showing him to his room when he first showed up, and he gave me a verbal tutorial of how to hack into police databases.

I don’t remember any of it, but he sounds resourceful.

Now, I’d class him as a friend. Library girl seems to have bonded him to Bishop and me.

“We can’t just forget about the librarian,” says Bishop. “We can’t put our lives on hold just because Reaper Sons are declaring war.”

Bishop might be captain of ride-outs, but he doesn’t know the first thing about war. I’ve spent twelve years of my life in it, and although this attack might not be as serious as being flown out to Russia, there’s still the chance of death.

And I’ve seen more than my fair share.

Bishop is like a brother, but he’s careless. I don’t think he quite understands the seriousness of death. The finality of it.

I see him during raids. He’s like a boy with a nerf gun, thinking this is all a game.

Grizzly has a point. With club members on the line, we can’t afford to distract ourselves with women.

The screen suddenly lights up on Bishop’s phone, taking all our attention.

Sexy Librarian: OMG! I am so embarrassed and sorry!!!